Her huge breasts are trembling.

Pecs pectorilly.

Calmly stands. Taps the wall... And promptly /slams/ his head into it.

Casually seated in a tree branch, cigarette in hand; Just below, a demon is pinned to a tree by a lacrosse stick and bound by thorna.

“Hunger...”

@TidalTurmoil “... You Nereusou?” He asks plainly, as he tucks his phone away.

“Thot, stop speaking.”

Having set up a makeshift training dummy with a log, he viciously lashes at it with a halberd. Even his meditative training is rage-based.

“Every day, I wonder why god won't allow me to fucking die.”

Lights cigarette. Inhales a long drag.

His very aura, dripping with bloodlust, murder, patricide, and abandonment issues. Broods atop a tree branch.

“What kind of self-destructive idiot trusts a Priest that blatantly wears /inverted crosses/.”

“No.” x.com/mermaidere/sta…

... Closes eyes, groans in defeat, and then proceeds to shrug. He further goes on to flick the cork from a bottle of unnamed hard liquor, shrug languidly, and indulge himself an enormous drink.

Lobs a spear through his window for the sake of dispersing a clique of imps outside. “Damn punks. Get off my lawn.”

The texts that Aʟʙʀᴇᴄʜᴛ likely receives from her.

“... What is this primordial scripture???”

「Delivered ✔: 10:08」

“... It feels like His essence is dripping into your personality.” x.com/StygianHeart/s…